Could it be that he has gone crazy?
But how can he be a lunatic who has no respect for his business in Xianyang?
But a man who was not a madman or even quite shrewd did something that only a madman could do - a sarcastic look flashed in Zhao Ying's eyes.
It's just that he couldn't understand the purpose of the other party's painstaking efforts to transfer him to that farm.
You can't sell yourself some aphrodisiac that is specially designed to cure men's unspeakable secrets, right?
He had almost walked out of the house, stopped again, turned around and whispered a few instructions to Zhuigu who was following behind him. Zhuigu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he turned and ran away happily.
Zhao Gao, who had been following behind him silently, subconsciously straightened his back, like a cat with its tail erect.
…
Almost at the same time Zhao Ying took Zhao Gao out.
An inconspicuous carriage had passed the inspection of the city gate guards, left Xianyang, blended into the bustling crowd, and gradually disappeared.
Immediately, the two old men sat opposite each other. If Zhou Yin were here, he would definitely recognize that these were the two old friends whom he had entertained several times in Tianxiang Pavilion.
Mr. Qu and Mr. Fan!
At this time, Mr. Fan, who was slightly fat, was sitting cross-legged, looking at Mr. Qu opposite him, who was concentrating with his eyes closed.
"Brother Qu, you have worked hard for more than ten years to reach this situation. Don't you think it's a pity to give it up for such a slim opportunity?"
Mr. Qu, who was opposite him, was silent for a long time before he said calmly.
"It's no pity. The pain of country subjugation gnaws at my heart day and night. I have survived so far and have never had a good night's sleep. Now, I am already seventy-six years old and my body is declining. How many more years can I wait? Moreover, the situation has changed suddenly now. , we can’t wait any longer, can we?”
Fan Lao on the other side could not help but remain silent when he heard this.
He cursed after a long time.
"Li Shi is such a thief. He has failed to accomplish anything, failed more than he has done, and it is not a pity to die!"
The old man surnamed Qu smiled bitterly when he heard this.
"No wonder he, not only him, but also us, underestimated the reaction of the emperor's eldest grandson - it was just that he could detect the clues in advance, but he was able to let Hu Hai go... …”
Mr. Fan, who was slightly chubby, shook his head slightly, picked up the wine bottle, filled himself up gently, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Could it be that Heaven will never destroy the Qin Dynasty? After the eldest son Fusu, the Qin Dynasty actually got another unicorn..."
Mr. Qu remained silent for a long time before speaking.
"Today, the First Emperor's health is declining and he will not last long. The eldest son is pedantic in temperament and is far away in Shangjun, so there is no need to worry about it. Hu Hai lives in a secluded mansion and cannot protect himself. Those who have a little ability, the son will live in Kuaiji, and the son Gao will soon Sailing to the sea, the fate of the Qin Dynasty can be said to be gathered in this son..."
Having said this, the old man surnamed Qu put his hands on his knees.
"If this son rises, the Great Qin will rise. If this son dies, the Great Qin will die. Therefore, even though there is little hope, I have to try my best."
The old man named Fan was silent.
The old man surnamed Qu also fell into silence. At this time, he could only hear the wheels rolling under him and the autumn wind blowing outside the car.
It is September, and the sequence belongs to the third autumn.
Unconsciously, the world has been tinged with a hint of coolness.
"We are going to the end of the world. The mountains are high and the roads are far. I should say goodbye to Brother Fan here..."
Passing through a crossroads, the carriage stopped. The old man surnamed Qu, who was sitting on the carriage with his eyes closed and meditative, slowly opened his eyes, clasped his hands in his hands, and bowed deeply to the old man surnamed Fan opposite.
"Brother Fan, take care—"
The old man surnamed Fan also arranged his clothes solemnly and bowed in return.
Then, he jumped off the carriage without any hesitation, boarded another equally inconspicuous carriage, and drove away.
The old man surnamed Qu watched the carriage of the old man surnamed Fan go away, and then he gave instructions calmly.
"Look back..."
The driver who drove the carriage silently turned the horse's head and walked slowly and slowly towards Xianyang City along the old road.
The old man surnamed Qu was sitting alone in the car, arranging his clothes with a calm expression.
It's been long enough to endure humiliation and live an ignoble existence for more than ten years.
This time, it’s time to pledge your life to the country!
…
"Is this the manor?"
Zhao Ying reined in the reins and looked at the seemingly peaceful village not far away.
Zhao Gao bowed and saluted.
"Back to Your Highness, this is where I am. Before I left, I arranged for people to be on guard here. Miss Lu Yu should still be in this farm at this time - Your Highness, please wait here while I go to inform them to greet... …”
Zhao Ying shook his head slightly.
Since the other party had made up his mind and wanted to come over in person, there was no reason not to let people pay attention to his actions. I think that as soon as he left the house, they had already received the news that he was coming over in person.
If you don’t come to welcome me in person, you don’t want to welcome me in person.
Moreover, although Zhao Gao cannot see it, his eyes are so sharp now?
He had already seen someone secretly observing him in the woods at the head of the village.
"Let's go and see..."
Zhao Ying stopped Zhao Gao from asking someone to greet him. It was unnecessary. He came in person and the other party didn't greet him. He had already made his attitude clear. Today's matter was obviously not going well.
I just don’t know how far the other party wants to cause trouble.
The farmhouse was as usual, with nothing out of the ordinary. Pedestrians walking on the farmhouse even stopped and looked at the master and servant who entered the farmhouse with some surprise.
There is no way, Zhao Ying is too tall, and his appearance is majestic and extraordinary.
Wherever he goes, he looks like he stands out from the crowd, making it difficult not to notice him.
What Zhao Ying didn't expect was that as soon as he entered the farm, he was greeted by a muscular steward.
"I have seen this distinguished guest, my humble Qu San. I have prepared a banquet inside, waiting for the distinguished guest's arrival..."
Zhao Ying glanced at him with interest, then immediately looked away.
This person named Qu San, although he seems to have some skills, even among his personal guards, he is not too generous, but that's it. If he really wants to fight, it will only be a half-slap. The reason why I say half-slap is, I'm afraid that if I slap him hard, I won't be able to find him.
"Where's Miss Lu Yu..."
Zhao Ying asked in a calm voice.
"Back to my lord, Miss Lu is safe and sound and is resting at my master's place..."
Zhao Ying nodded and followed him nonchalantly, walking inside. Behind him, Zhao Gao had already quietly touched the hilt of the sword at his waist, ready to explode at any time.
As soon as the person entered the compound, the door behind him was slammed shut.
An ordinary-looking man in fancy clothes, who blended into the crowd and couldn't stir up any waves, already appeared in his field of vision with a cup of tea in hand and a straight gaze.
He blocked the entrance to the living room without stopping.
"Your Highness Changsun, I didn't expect you to actually come. I was ordered to wait here for a long time..."
Having said this, he slammed the tea cup in his hand and instantly flashed aside, revealing a cold light flashing behind him. Almost at the same time, a cold light flashing crossbow also appeared at the windows on both sides.
That huge arrow has almost caught up with the crossbows of later generations.
"Boom——"
The sound of the bowstring ringing sounded, and Zhao Ying's scalp instantly went numb. Without thinking, his body rushed forward at an incredible speed to face the powerful crossbow coming from the front.
In the eyes of others, it was as if the emperor's eldest grandson was about to commit suicide.
Following Zhao Ying, Zhao Gao, who had already raised all his vigilance, instantly rolled to the side with his eyes cracked. Before he could get up, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed and he rushed towards the middle-aged child beside him.
If the emperor's eldest grandson were to encounter something unexpected here today, his Zhao family would be completely doomed.
Not just him, not just his brother, even his blood relatives who were no longer close to him, will all be dead.
At this time, Zhao Ying's eyes were focused on the powerful crossbow coming towards him. The huge arrow flashed with cold light, and in his field of vision, it seemed to have slowed down by three points.
Bang!
On one side of his body, his right hand stretched out with lightning, catching the oncoming crossbow with great precision.
It was only then that the strong wind brought by the powerful crossbow hit his face, making his hair fly, making him look more and more invincible, like a god of war.
Everyone, including the two ambushers standing at the window and shooting crossbows, couldn't help but lose consciousness for a moment.
What kind of speed and power is this!
This kind of powerful crossbow was tanned by masters from the Mohist family invited by the master, and it took three years to make it. Its power has far exceeded the powerful crossbows in the Qin army. Its strength can penetrate seven layers of hard armor without losing its power!
It's getting worse!
And the emperor's eldest grandson actually caught it like that!
Caught it...
While they were stunned, Zhao Ying had already rushed into the room.
Zhao Ying's speed was so fast that they could hardly react. They only had time to shoot an arrow before they were greeted by the bowl-like fist of His Highness the Emperor Changsun.
Click.
With just one punch, bones were broken and tendons were broken, and the person vomited blood and flew backwards.
At this time, the archers ambushing on both sides reacted, but it was already too late.
Zhao Ying was like an extremely powerful bulldozer. He didn't even leave the room. Those three-foot-thick walls were like paper in front of him, and he just broke through them!
Those elite archers were gone before anyone could react.
Anyone who gets punched in the head is incomplete.
That brutal and terrifying scene made Zhao Gao, who was coming to kill with his sword and wanted to die to prove his innocence, couldn't help but feel chills in his heart and chills on his spine.
This bloody scene completely destroyed the enemy's soldiers. Many of them turned around and ran away. However, under Zhao Ying's inhuman speed, they were as fragile as toddlers. Where could they be? A chance to escape.
Soon, everyone was lying on the ground.
If you are lucky, you only have broken legs. If you are unlucky, you may not recognize his grandma when she comes.
Zhao Gao had already sheathed his sword and followed Zhao Ying step by step. His shoulders slumped slightly unconsciously, his eyebrows lowered and his head lowered. He no longer had the courage to even look up at Zhao Ying.
Fortunately, although the enemy was determined to kill him, he was still polite to Lu Yu. He was just tied up tightly and hung from the roof beam in great humiliation.
Zhao Ying just glanced at it and quickly withdrew his gaze.
Don't look at anything inappropriate.
This binding method is very reminiscent of the childhood days of later generations. It outlines the woman's figure to the bone, which adds a bit of strange temptation.
Zhao Ying felt that the beauty of a gentleman's adulthood might be passed on to Fan Kuai in the future.
Turning his head, he motioned to Zhao Gao.
Zhao Gao understood and without saying a word, he drew out his long sword and cut the ropes that bound Lu Yu's hands and feet with just one blow.
Lu Yu:......
When she saw His Royal Highness the Emperor Changsun personally coming to rescue her, her heart was already full of surprises, and she remembered the result of her fortune telling before leaving.
"Your fate is also very rich and noble, so you should be in the land of Xianyang..."
No, this has come true!
What a wonderful start for a hero to save a beauty. Because of this, she even tried hard to twist her body into a more shameful and seductive posture.
Unexpectedly, His Highness the Emperor Changsun not only did not come to untie himself, but instead let that guy who was neither male nor female cut the ropes on his body with a sword.
The cold tip of the sword almost brushed the tip of his nose!
Lu man!
Not enlightened!
hateful--
Lu Yu gasped and fell weakly to the ground. She blinked her big eyes and looked pitifully at the tall and masculine His Highness the Emperor's Grandson.
I feel like crying.
However, His Royal Highness the Emperor Changsun had turned around without any hesitation and strode away.
Lu Yu:......
Zhao Gao looked at Lu Yu, who was tired on the ground, and couldn't figure out what His Highness was thinking. He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said tentatively.
"Girl, maybe you can get up. Do you want me to help you back..."
Saying that, he wanted to step forward to help.
Lu Yu shook off Zhao Gao's big hand with some frustration.
"Need not!"
Zhao Gao calmly retracted his arm, then turned around, followed His Highness the Emperor Changsun, and strode away.
Lu Yu:......
The silver teeth were almost broken.
What kind of people are these? They are pretending to be men!
When she thought of this, Lu Yu was suddenly startled, and then looked at the tall, majestic and masculine His Highness the Emperor's Grandson with complex eyes, and remembered a rumor that was widely circulated in Xianyang City privately.
"Could it be that the rumors are true..."
The more Lu Yu thought about it, the more possible it became.
Otherwise, how could this man be indifferent to his own beauty? What's more, the binding posture made even himself feel a little ashamed when he looked at it. As a result, he just glanced at it and stopped looking at it, almost abandoning it like worn shoes.
At this time, Zhao Ying didn't know what Liu Bang's sister-in-law he had just rescued was planning in his mind. If he knew, he might be so angry that he would rush back on the spot to show her what he was capable of. no!
It was only then that other people on the farm heard the noise in the master's yard and rushed over.
Then, they saw a scene they would never forget.
In the yard, there were broken limbs and broken arms, and mourners were everywhere.
Those with a slightly lower psychological quality changed their expressions on the spot and squatted aside, vomiting crazily.
There are also those with stronger psychological quality who have already realized what happened. They retreat silently on the spot and want to take the opportunity to escape. However, it is already too late.
Outside the farm, the sound of rapid horse hooves could already be heard.
(End of chapter)
